Mom told me to take this project seriously so that was why I got an extra chair from Daisy's room.

I watched her in my shirt and I couldn't help but continue my gaze. Her legs were so smooth I wished I could graze my fingers on them. She kept glancing briefly at me expecting me to stop staring but my eyes were glued to her.

"Hury up, we need to get this project over with." I rolled my eyes. She came over and nevously sat. She took the sheets and started going through them.

"Um..which part of the theorem don't you understand?" She softly asked.

"Everything. Along with pythogoram theoram or whatever."

"Pythagoras." She corrected quietly.

"Um I'll start with pythagoras." She sighed.

"What the heck is wrong with you?" I suddenly asked.

"What?" She whispered.

"Why are you even blushing?" I asked.

"Sorry." She whispered and I didn't expect her to untangle her hair and try to cover part of her face. Her slightly plunged neckline that I was staring at was covered as well.

I stared at her hair. It was so red and orange. Not forget to mention it's silky nature.

"So...the theorem states that that the area of the square whose side is the hypotenuse is equal to the sum of the areas of the squares on the other two sides." She explained.

"The longer side is the hypotenuse. The bottom part is called the adjacent and this straight side is called the opposite." She added and it was as if she was getting confident little by little. I moved my leg forward a bit and it came into contact with her thigh...

Shit.

That cause a sudden hault in her talk and she cleared her throat. And started labelling the triangle with letters.

"Why can't any other triangle be used?" I asked.

"Because it deals with a specific type, which is right angled at 90⁰." She said. "So um a² + b² is equal to c²." She said. "Um.." she murmued writing some things down.

Then silence fell. The silence caused a sense of heat to enamate between us and for some reasons, my fingers were a few inches away from her thigh.

So yes, temptation was bothering me.

She inadvertently tucked her hair beind her ear and I groaned as her neckline came to view again. I have no idea how my warm hand ended on the cold skin of her thigh making her gasp.

"Um Nathaniel...uhh.." she whispered.

"What?" I asked shifting my hand to the upper part making her breath hitch.

"Your hand..um.." She breathed trying to remove it.

"Mhm?" I asked and she turned to me looking up.

"Can you please take it off?" She begged.

"Are you that shy?" I smirked.

"I-" She gasped when I squeazed it. I leaned very close to her once again and I placed my other hand on her cheek.

I traced my thumb on her lips and she closed her eyes as my lips hovered over hers. The urge to press my lips on hers got really intense.

"What would you do if I were to kiss you right now?" I whispered grazing my lips on the side of hers. She only whimpered and slightly pinched her nails into my fore arm.

"You won't talk?" I rasped and growled afterwards when her phone rung. She pushed me back trembling as she picked her phone and stood up.

"Yes mum?" She replied moving to the balcony so her back was facing me. I just wished I could get up, stand behind her and wrap my arms around her. She looked too sexy in my shirt for her own good.

"No at Nathaniel's...project mom...just project...Yh...ok " She said. She was about to cut the call when she placed it back on her ear. "Mom, where's Eugene?" She asked and something in me stirred up.

See, they're not siblings.

"Oh ok. " She said and cut the call. When she was coming back, she got another call which made her grin. I wonder who the hell has placed a smile on her face because all the time I've been with her,she has never smiled at me.

Do you expert her to smile? Even though you treat her like shit?

"What's up Nolan?" She asked stretching her palms into the rain.

"I promise I won't do that again so forgive me....What? oh you're the best! thank you! thank you! I love you." She said and chuckled.

Wtf? love? LOVE?! She loves Nolan?!

Adrenaline rushed through me and I trekked towards her, grabbed her arm and cut the call as she stared at me in utter surprise.

"Who do you love?" I demanded.

"It was..A..Angela."

"You're lying!"I yelled.

"Its true,..I thought she was Nolan....s..she bou..bought me something and..I was thanking her.." She he explained and I let go of her arm.

Without a sorry, I stomped out of the room to the hall to watch TV. I flopped into the couch and face-palmed.

Why did I attack her like that? Why do I care about her love life? I felt guilty for hurting her as well too.

I sighed and turned on the TV. After watching TV for about 2 hours, I went back to my room to find her at the tip of my bed and she was sleeping soundly.

Carrying her in a bridal way, I placed her in my bed and layed beside her. I took of her glasses and put it on the table and damn, she looks pulchritudinous when she's asleep. She snuggled closer to me and buried her face in my chest.

My hand betrayed me by moving to encircle around her slender waist and she nuzzled her nose in my chest. Little did she know what she was making me go through.

***

The bright sun pierced my eyes and I found Pamela in my arms, sleeping soundly. I unwrapped my hands from around her and fidgeted a bit and since we were at the end of the bed with her close to the floor, she fell.

She began to groan in pain and I gulped. If my mom found her like this, she would kill me. So I picked her up and massaged her.

"Thank you and sorry." She said silently.

"Now get out of my bed." I ordered and she got up and to save me from disgrace, I made my way to the bathroom.

Right after a bath I came back to find her laying my bed.

Damn why the heck is she too good?

"What are you doing?" I demanded looking for a shirt for her.

"I was laying your bed." She explained and I brought out a shirt for her.

"Here." I said frowning. She didn't take it. Rather she stared at me blinking her long lashes.

"What?" I asked.

"The..the..um button..uhh.." She said pointing at the button of the shirt.

"Oh yeah so yesterday you thought it was cool to wear one with something this right huh?" I asked and she looked at me confused.

"Of course you won't understand." I muttered.

The first three buttons were missing and I immediately understood what she meant so I gave her a different shirt.

She took it and went to bath. After 30 minutes, she came out with her hair tied into a bun. I wish I could remove the rubber band in her hair and see the actual length of her hair. She likes tying it in a bun too much.

But nevertheless, she was fucking beau-

"Nathaniel?" My mom called.

"Yeah mom." I replied and went outside.

"You're father and I are going to get Daisy from your grandma." She explained. Daisy is my annoying little sister.

"OK mum," I nodded.

"And Pamela.."

"What about her?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, her mom called me this morning saying that she and her dad are going on a checkup so they might not come back soon..her brother too is not around and therefore I told her mom she can stay here." She explained.

I was overjoyed inside but I groaned on the other side.

"Son, be good to her." My mum tapped my shoulders and I nodded looking down to her. She left and I went back into the room to find Pamela gazing at my picture above my bed.

***

Pamela's POV

After taking instructions, I began to fry the batter into pancakes.

I fried about five, I placed them in a plate and spread some honey on it and that was when Nathaniel entered making my heart leap.

Looking briefly at me, he tore a piece of it and ate it. He was about to moan but he changed his facial expression to a disgusted face.

"What is this?" He asked.

He was still chewing it and I continued to stare at him. He turned and moved towards me and I moved back until my back collided with the wall.

"Didn't I ask you a question?" He demanded and leaned down.

"Pan..pancakes." I answered.

"Are you sure?"He mocked."Because it taste like something else." He added."You're a really bad cook."

Though my instincts told me he was lying, my eyes were still watering.

He took another pancake and ate it with his eyes never leaving mine.

If I'm a bad cook why are you still eating it?

"Please I need to check the rest." I said looking away.

"Are you talking to the wall?" He asked and I faced the boy who called me a bad cook but finished the five pieces of pancakes I did.

Without his eyes leaving mine, he turned of the stove and continue to cage me.

"So what did you want to check?" He asked quirking his brows.

I wanted to check if you're bipolar.

"Ne..Nevermind." I mumbled He moved closer and closer and cupped my cheeks and raised my head to meet his gaze.

"Nathaniel..please...please let me go." I pleaded.

His propinquity was making my mind too distracted!

"Why?"He whispered in a low tone making me shiver. He leaned in his face and brushed the tip of his nose over mine making my eyes shut on their own when he gently stroked my cheek.

He then moved back and left a flustered me in the kitchen.

I continued cooking the pancakes and when I finished, I cleaned up the placed and dragged my tired self into the hall. Thankfully, he wasn't around so I lay in the couch and fell asleep.